I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die. I dreamed that God would be forgiving. Then I was young and unafraid when dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid, no song unsung, no wine untasted.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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3841 | 2023-06-01 23:58:15 | 110.91 | 99% |
2333 | 2022-10-06 00:49:13 | 123.05 | 98% |